A mother with no m0ney agreed to care for a millionaire whom doctors said had only five days left to live.

I clenched my teeth.

“It will not happen again, sir.”

Christopher left.

I waited until his footsteps disappeared.

Raymond opened his eyes fully.

“Do not tell him a single thing,” Raymond instructed quietly.

I nodded.

At exactly four, Dr. Samuel Wallace arrived with a black leather briefcase. From it, he removed a plain white box with only a handwritten chemical name on top. He filled a syringe with clear liquid and injected it directly into Raymond’s IV line.

Ten minutes later, Raymond’s breathing changed dramatically.

His fingers stopped responding.